(Written by Bobby Brown, Derek "DOA" Allen and Kenny Finnel)
Welcome
I know you guys are the heads of, you know, your own families, you know
But I brought a few friends and, you know, to let you guys know
When you step into my house would you please come with respect, if not
Then I`ll have to have my man DOA
Drop it, yeah
Come on y`all
What`cha wanna do? Huh
Yeah, listen
Everybody wants to know what`s goin` on in my life
But it`s none of your business, everything`s alright
It`s not the kind of car I drive or clothes I wear, it`s me
And I don`t give a damn about it if you think I`m crazy
(It really doesn`t matter what the folks may say) It really
(I just gotta live my life my way) And like I told you eight years ago:
It`s still my prerogative, don`t you know
(It`s still my thang, and if you don`t like the way that Bobby Brown swings)
(Stop calling out my name, `cause it`s still my thang)
(It`s still my thang, and after eight years ain`t a damn thing changed)
(Why should I be ashamed? It`s still my thang)
Listen
I can never be counted out, `cause I started it all out
And you don`t wanna test me, `cause you know what I`m about
I`m still the king of the stage, put the crowd in a rampage
And it`s all right, it`s all right
(I`ve been `round the world and then back again)
(Puttin` all my hope and trust in my so-called friends)
Uh huh, but they always seemed to let me down
But I`m still around
(It`s still my thang, and if you don`t like the way that Bobby Brown swings)
(Stop calling out my name, it`s still my thang)
(It`s still my thang, and after eight years ain`t a damn thing changed)
(Why should I be ashamed? It`s still my thang)
(You never know what I`m gonna do)
(If you think that I`m gonna slip, you`re a fool)
Hey yo, could you drop it for me please
Bring the drama, flip it back to the Brown bomber
Holla, holla, now who wanna test me?
Bittin` a style, can`t none of y`all fade B
`Cause he`s the baddest trendsetter ever, yeah
I got your back, the phonies gon` talk forever
Keep it true boo, I know what you`ve been through
By-pass the fake `cause you know they ain`t a friend to you
Taking no losses, remind them who the boss is
Alright baby
Hello, hello, hello again
Guess what? It`s the Biggitty Brown in the back with a brand new funky track
What`s up, kid? You want some NyQuil?
Or you`re just mad `cause your whole crew and you can`t write yo
(You never know what I`m gonna do) You`ll never know
(If you think that I`m gonna slip, you`re a fool)
(It`s still my thang, and if you don`t like the way that Bobby Brown swings)
(Stop calling out my name, it`s still my thang)
(It`s still my thang, and after eight years ain`t a damn thing changed)
(Why should I be ashamed? It`s still my thang)
(It`s still my thang, and if you don`t like the way that Bobby Brown swings)
(Stop calling out my name, it`s still my thang)
Listen y`all
Hey y`all, I ain`t ????? nowhere, ain`t goin` nowhere
I`m-a be here always, every day, all day
In your face with the bombshell(?)
Peace, B-Brown is definetely outta here for the minute
See ya, `cause
(It`s still my thang, and after eight years ain`t a damn thing changed)
(Why should I be ashamed? It`s still my thang)
(It`s still my thang, and if you don`t like the way that Bobby Brown swings)
(Stop calling out my name, it`s still my thang)...
